Each floor became harder than the last. More twisteds roamed the floors, going from only two to a total of six. Machine after machine, things were not getting better for you, were they?

You and a five other toons were told to decend floors to extract ichor for Dandy and Deliah for unspecified reasons. The following toons consisted Goob, Rodger, Poppy, Boxten, and Scraps. Not enought to complete mostly thirdy floors quickly, but enough to get the job done.

You didn't know the horrors you would all face today.

First floor was going smoothly until Rodger wandered too far from the group. His screams were heard, but a body wasn't found. The only thing that was found was a capsule with ichor spilling out around it. Something was going on, and it wasn't pretty. When you decended to the next floor, Boxten was the next to disappear, and what you saw after? The normally shy toon's head open, hands made of ichor coming from the latch. His timid smile now twisted into a sharp grin of glee, teeth sharp. You saw Boxtens lifeless body next to the twisted version of him. You all barely made it out of there.

When you confronted confronted Dandy about this, he brushed it off as a silly joke. "Corrupt versions of yourself, you say? The ichor really must be getting to your head!" He waved you off as he left you guys in the elevator, dreading when the elevator opens again to the next floor. Goob had offered to distract the twisteds to keep everyone safe, but that soon turned out to be a bad idea. One wrong move, and his body was devoured by the twisteds.

Poppy and Scraps fell at the same time. Driven by grief, Scraps thought the familiar silhouette in the distance was her brother, Goob, and ran to meet him again, though she realized far too late that it was not him. Poppy tried to help free her from his grasp, but alas, they were surrounded by the other twisteds on the floor, torn apart whilst they were still alive.

You somehow made it up to floor twenty one. It was Astro's room, your friend who went missing only a couple weeks ago. You hope he was somewhere down here, still alive, but the odds of that were slim. Wandering deeper into the floor, you heard.. footsteps. Strange, the twisteds never made sounds. The soundwaved wails were new additions too. Your curiousity got the best of you, thinking maybe it was your friend.

And boy, you were met with quite a sight.

Astro was defiently here, blanket ripped and grown a few inches taller. His four arms were now visible for everyone to see. You didn't think before rushing forward, ready to greet him. It was when he turned around to face you that you realized he wasn't the same anymore. His eye whites were now a blood red, and the star on his left eye was the same way. He was twisted like all the rest.

You were too slow when trying to run away to hide from his line of sight, his four arms already grabbing a hold of your torso as he wailed. You expected to be crushed to death, the twisteds grip tightening. But it never became painful.

Astro nuzzled against your hair with a coo, falling to his knees to bring you into a closer cuddle. Despite everything, he wasn't attacking you. You didn't move, in shock TO move. Maybe this is worse than being attacked.